Mars et Avril Page #2

I'm 35 years old.

I'm single, no kids.

I'll never have kids.

I design musical instruments

for Jacob Obus.

I can breathe so much better now!

Do I know you?

I spend long nights with you

in the darkroom.

My name is April

and I won't leave

until you agree to have

a drink with me!

I'm not very hairy, I know.

It's genetic.

I get it from my father.

Not that my mother was hairy.

Anyway, we are what we are.

How does it feel

to be floating in space?

You must feel incredibly small

in the infinite cosmic void.

We try not to look at infinity.

You are short of breath.

I can hear it.

It's not the only part of me

that's defective.

One of the many goals

of yourjourney

is to reconnect with

the founding origins of life.

Well, I guess we are

the return of life on Mars.

Right. But how far can man go

in the Martian desert without women?

Why are there no women

in your convoy?

Welcome to The Greenhouse Effect.

You must be thirsty!

- Always!

A Dry Fueltini, please.

- Sure!

I'll have an Antifreeze, please.

Things are about

to get explosive!

I'm not sure why,

but when I look at you,

I see a young man.

Probably because of your music.

Music is the only way I know

to help me breathe...

and to put time on hold.

That's what I love

about your music:

It starts off slow,

then it accelerates.

- Just like time.

- Just like love.

An Antifreeze for you, madam.

A Dry Fueltini for you, sir.

You must meet so many women.

You must be picky.

You're probably thinking:

"Another one trying

to sleep with me.

Another one who thinks I'm going

to fall in love with her."

Tell me about

your most beautiful experience.

The last show on our first tour.

We weren't very famous

at the time.

The venue was loud,

but the first note

silenced everyone.

The sound was pure, intoxicating.

I meant your most beautiful

sexual experience.

Would you model for me?

I'm a photographer.

Eugene became virtual

because he was afraid of aging.

But for me,

it's like he's already dead.

He thinks I'm jealous of him...

poor thing.

He's the one that's jealous.

I have all the ideas!

Jealous of his own son...

Can you believe it?

Good thing I'm photographing you

in black and white,

otherwise, I would need

to tone down the red on the prints.

PNEUMATOLOGIS:

PNEUMATOLOGIS:

I can't breathe the way I used to.

I'm feeling old.

Carry on.

I feel like

I'm suspended in the air.

You are a jazzman in your 70s...

Your sex life is the envy

of any man,

like myself,

in the midst of a midlife crisis.

It's a musician's paycheck.

Seriously,

you've been running after

your youth for too long, Mr. Obus.

April is an odd name.

I was supposed to be born in April,

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